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Lirik Cheating On Wifey

If I sleep with my gun, is that cheating on wifey?
Ah, I have to, these niggas don't like me
I don't mind a likkle pressure or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want to
See I don't really speak, I just mm-hm-hm
You ain't really street, boy, mm-hm-hm
My gyal wanna get the hm-hm-hm
Give her that lit like mm-hm

Gyal, gyal, gyal
Gyal want gifts, sorry not bank
One question, are you gunna off pant?
Man's hot topic
Adam, Ishmael, Ibrahim
Sorry, I'm just counting the profit
Big long coat when I enter
Wait, I think I'm the black Arsene Wenger
Aim at your centre, tell me where your friends are
The ting went rrrah but the man can't rrremember
Got a couple 'Malis that don't do raggar
Got no sabr, big fucking hammer
And they always ask me the same damn question
Should I stab with dagger or shoot make splatter?
Something dangerous in the night bag
I came with the crazy looking white lad
He looks kinda Irish, straps for a fivish
And he's from joints arthritis, ayy
Tell that gyal, "This is mink, get your hand off"
Real like Ramos, Gris like Cavos
Swap your flat from her jewels if I knock a couple grand off
Big Stones in my hand got me feeling like Thanos
Just a young nigga getting rich
Money like Mitch, hustle like Nip
Used to have a big stick in the crib
Now I got a big crib in the sticks Ay

If I sleep with my gun, is that cheating on wifey?
Ah, I have to, these niggas don't like me
I don't mind a likkle pressure or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want to
See I don't really speak, I just mm-hm-hm
You ain't really street, boy, mm-hm-hm
My gyal wanna get the hm-hm-hm
Give her that lit like mm-hm

Got-got something under the puffer
Red devil but I came with a gunner
Dior in the Spring double G's in the Summer
Channels on your feet, all I see is a runner (ooh)
Akhi in a dinger tryna find opp (skrr)
That big banger have you tryna find God
Came for the riches, taking your missus
Jay-1 told you he's joking but I'm not
Gold diggers looking for a pot of gold
Ice on my neck, they don't know if I'm hot or cold (freezin')
They keep telling me that I'm a role model
But I'm here telling models, "Roll" (ayo babes where you going?)
Right back to the suite
If I sleep with my flicky does it mean I'm a cheat? (Am I a cheat?)
I can't lie I fell in love with the beat
But there's no future, she belongs to the streets

If I sleep with my gun, is that cheating on wifey?
Ah, I have to, these niggas don't like me
I don't mind a likkle pressure or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want to
See I don't really speak, I just mm-hm-hm
You ain't really street, boy, mm-hm-hm
My gyal wanna get the hm-hm-hm
Give her that lit like mm-hm
If I sleep with my gun, is that cheating on wifey?
Ah, I have to, these niggas don't like me
I don't mind a likkle pressure or a likkle drama
Pull up with your gang, I do it how you want to
See I don't really speak, I just mm-hm-hm
You ain't really street, boy, mm-hm-hm
My gyal wanna get the hm-hm-hm
Give her that lit like mm-hm-hm